Waiting at the Airport (more haikus)

Dreadlocks in airport.

Didn't know I got a free 

Pat down with my scan. 

The tide of human

Traffic invigorates my

Immune response. Bleh.

Plane, plane, let me board

Let me sit just to be bored.

Daydreaming forever. 

Tourmaline Adventure!

This weekend, Nick and I went to go dig Tourmaline in a mine in San Diego!!!

And OMG it was so rewarding and fun! We showed up at about 11-11:30 (after a beautiful drive from LA), and was greeted some very sweet employees. Then we spent the day filling buckets with dirt, sifting the dirt, and going through the rocks for electric pink (or green or black) stones. :)



Tourmaline is a pretty stone, (occurring in all colors) and California just so happens to have an ENORMOUS wealth of Tourmaline! GemologyOnline says that Tourmaline is the "stone of the Muses," inspiring and enriching the creative processes. It was a talisman for artists, actors and writers.



The best part of this trip was, with the tourmaline's we found, we are hoping to pay for the trip (and then some) selling them online and to jewelers!



We will definitely be going back soon!

- I LOVE hobbies that pay for themselves!!! -

Soul Pancake

I feel like a pancake.

I started as wet goop of potential, mixed together by the universe.

Scoop by scoop, life has made me less. Thinner. Trials and tribulations have left me closer to the bottom of my bowl. I felt a loss of my desire to even find purpose.

Then, suddenly, it was my turn for the frying pan. My purpose came to me at last! Hallelujah!!

After a brief moment of the beauty and elation of movement, my once hydrated ambition was spread onto a hot black iron of pressure, inforced by the gravity of my own weight. I feel so behind, but so ahead of my peers.

What if I'm not going to be taken off this burning hell in time?! Then I'll surely be a lost cause, fading into the obscurity of the trash can. Next to the avocado skins and plastic wrappers.

But maybe, just maybe, I'll get off this damn burner in time to be smothered in the syrup of a destiny realized.

My Month Paraben Free

About a month ago, I learned what parabens are. In essence, they are preservatives people put in makeup that essentially mimic estrogen. Along with a whole host of other chemicals that aren't good for you, I realized that the makeup I've been putting on my face for years is full of them!!

So, I immediately ordered some better makeup from coastal creations. (All natural, Paraben and additive free)

Since then, I've noticed the following changes:

-immediately- I would go outside and feel like my face was truly bare to the world. There was no mask feeling on my face, no matter how much makeup I used.

-gradually- acne decreased, and I stopped feeling addicted to makeup. I'm used to feeling like I need makeup on as soon as I wake up, but this healthier product makes me feel more ambiguous towards lining my eyes and covering my complexion.
Also, after switching to a natural Chapstick, I've noticed that I only have to use it twice a day instead of every few hours.

-now- my eyelashes are longer and healthier, my confidence is up, and my face just feels better on a day to day.

PARABEN FREE IS THE WAY TO BE!

Burns, Splinters, Ruined Clothes.

Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential.
Winston Churchill

When is effort wasted?
I put so much time and effort and money into school. Into my classes. Into my teachers. With the promise that I will be better because of it. But how do you know if that effort was for nothing? If those projects you stayed up all night to complete will even matter during the 8 seconds it takes to be reviewed and rejected? I'm paying a lot of money, and giving all of my time to practicing something. How do I feel like I'm doing the right thing?

Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment, full effort is full victory.
Mahatma Gandhi

How can I be proud of rejection? There is merit in the only opinion that matters is yours. But how can I give people what they want if I only know how to satisfy me?

It's becoming more and more clear to me that even though I'm going to school for Graphic Design, my heart truly lies in the fine arts. My heart cries for an enormous canvas and buckets of paint. Clay to mold. Wood to carve. Glass to melt.

I've always been hungry for the burns, and splinters, and ruined clothes of art.

Give me a gallery to fill.

Vincent Van Gogh frustrated his teachers. They said he had no talent. Yet he persisted, using obsession to fuel him. He spent any penny he had on supplies, and ate almost nothing. His obsession made him a leper in every community he lived in. He was mocked for his passion, and his choice in women. He was abandoned by his father and mother because of his art. He gave his ear to the woman he loved, but eventually died in a mental asylum.

Now we see him as a god of style and expression.

My Week in Haikus

Monday:
Typography is
hard to communicate this
early. Dammit all.

Tuesday:
Learning a new paint
for a midterm assignment.
Way too much coffee.

Wednesday:
Booze day, work day, dread
lock work day. Is it just me,
Or is it hot out?

Thursday:
Painting I spent six
hours on got terrible
review from teacher.

Friday:
Algebra for four
hours, shoot me in the face.
Migraine, migraine, shit.